Quickies > 2024-08-13
Destined (maybe)
A short love poem. It's cheesy and not profound. It's heartfelt and cliche. And it says what I want to say. And it feels good. And hopefully it is forever.
Had I the time and the promise
Had I the life and assurance
Had I simply the knowledge that I could
I would await your arrival
In this or any life
In this or any world
In any possible circumstance
I would await your arrival
Your smile outshines the sun
Your eyes outgleam the stars
You outstand all around you
And I count myself lucky
I cannot ignore your presence
I cannot detest your essence
I can only embrace your being
And I count myself lucky
There is nought but you and I
There is nought but love and life
There is only the joy of us
And in all I do, I love
Only one soul
Only one being
Only one woman
And that, love, is you.